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Jan 2019
dread spilling over the edge
of this cheap wooden table
pooling on the floor

i know better than to speak
but you won't leave me be
you continue to implore

you don't respect my energy
you don't even see
the ways i struggle

just believe i'm up to no good
only here to disappoint
just asking for trouble
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
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